LIFE: me, myself and I

in the times of distress, we often forget the good thing in life. I'm saying this and also dedicating this post to kak lang who i'm sure is pulling her hair out, waiting there in Jeddah for her flight home.

i was reading readers digest when i found this article or rather an interview with the writer of 1000awesomethings.com who writes this famous super cool awesome blog on AWESOMEness.... how awesome is that?

what touched me was that, how sometimes when something bad or miserable happens to us, its like the biggest deal in the world.. but when something really good happens we kinda just don't realize that its actually happening.

so...here's my own short version of awesomeness, some i 'borrowed' from him and some are my personal experience and none of it is in any particular order :)

i guess what i'm trying to say is that, life, moments in life can be super ugly.. things can go not the way u want them to go, and everything feels like IT SUCKS!

but give it a few minutes, think back of these small insignificant AWESOME moments, make u're own awesome list and i hope thats enough of a reminder of how beautiful life is.

I've been spending time at home reading the shopoholic series by Sophie Kinsella that along brought back from UK... I know, i know, its so last decade ago, but i've never been really keen to read it coz i knew that it came in a series.. so u can't sorta just read one, you have to like read all five of em and since no money no talk, hence the never read one before...

so i started of with the first one, the secret dreamworld of a shopaholic.. but i kinda skipped a lot of it.. my first impression was, man, this Becky Bloomwood was really mental... not like she was crazy lunatic mental, but the constant lies, i mean, how much could one person actually lie in a day? and the shopping... OMG... some of the brands were even unknown to me.. i mean, naturally i myself am not an avid shopper, but talk about addiction... so i kinda skipped, to the next one the shopoholic abroad.. this time around she had a more stable relationship with Luke Brandon, a PR boss.. i gotta admit, as a sucker for romance, i was more keen on reading not because of Becky herself but because of her relationship with Luke actually... then, i went on to read Shopoholic ties the knot, shopaholic and sister and the last one, shopoholic and baby before doing a u-turn and read the first one again...i think the one i loved the most was the last in the series, shopoholic and baby, because again, as a romantic, i just loved it when Luke stood up for Becky against the red-haired bitch, Venetia and finally when they had their baby in the most intense situation ever (well, thats not so true considering i've never been in labour myself so i don't really know how intense it gets)...

reading through the life of Becky, I realize how fortunate i am to dislike shopping.. its not that i hate it, i mean, shopping is an essential form of live survival (ha... being philosophical again) but the tedious process of having to dress up to go (ladies out there will understand what i mean) then getting there, and then once there having to choose, get the right size, the affordable price (most important note here) and the one i hate the most, the having to try it on in the fitting rooms (if not before that wait in line first) with no hooks and sometimes just a flimsy curtain separating your oh not so decent self and the world... if it doesn't fit or just plain ugly on you, you gotta repeat the whole process again... don't get me wrong, once in a while, yeah i like to go out with my girls, have a fun day at the shops... but to spend more than 3-4 hours, thats just torture...

and talk about the price... prada, gucci, louise vuitton, tiffany's.. i mean... have you ever been in one of these stores... its just mind blowing... i once stumbled (i'm loosely using the word stumble because honest to god, we really did accidentally got there) on the highest floor in Chadstone (its like one of the biggest shopping centers in Victoria) where the whole floor was dedicated to these high-standard, price-blowing stores... and in front of each store was one of those barriers you see at concerts, and people were lining up just to get in (apparently only like 10 customer were allowed once a t a time).. i was seriously taken away at the price tags.. well, i didn't actually get in the store ( i was carrying a cheap mychemist bag where you get perfume for half price) but from the glass window, it was outstanding... i mean its not like i'm a cheapskate like Becky's sister Jess or something despite abah nicknaming me taik hidung masin (i won't brother translating that), but 20 AUD for a dress is my limit and even then i usually only buy them when they're half price...

but i guess each to its own... maybe because mama n abah brought us up, not to look for brands but rather the quality of money, but for other people, well its up to them.... who knows maybe i'll meet a guy who owns a big gigantic company and can afford to spurge me with all the luxury in the world.. ahhh... in my dreams :)